Some of us see in Sarah Palin what we want to see—others what they don’t want to see:
Sarah Palin makes me sick. I hate that she was able to steal Barack Obama’s mojo just by showing up wearing rimless glasses and a skirt.
I hate that she makes Joe Biden look like John McCain and John McCain look like the maverick he is not.
I hate that Palin reminds me of Susan Sarandon’s feisty character in “Thelma & Louise.” I loved Sarandon in that movie, yet I couldn’t stand Palin’s feistiness at the Republican National Convention.
Sarah Palin makes me sick — not because she may speak in tongues — but because she is a fast talker.
It irks me that Palin is being painted as some kind of “New Age Feminist” by the so-called “elite” media.
Palin is a fresh face on a weary campaign trail, and a jack-in-the-box in this election.
I see. Yes, well… oh my.
Let me point out that the columnist, Mary Mitchell, cites appearance, perception, a toy, “mojo”, and a movie character, without once referring to a specific statement or position that actually causes her illness.
Oh, and it’s not just a physical malady, you’ll be astonished to learn. It has a psych element to it as well:
Frankly, Sarah Palin scares me.
How did Cindy McCain put it during her speech at the Republican convention?
“John has picked a reform-minded . . . hockey-mommin’ . . . basketball-shootin’ . . . moose-huntin’ . . . fly-fishin’ . . . pistol-packing . . . mother of five for vice president.”
The basketball-shootin’, moose-huntin’, fly-fishin’ and pistol-packing might hold up.
Excuse me, did you mean “hold you up” as in lift you up—to new heights from which you’ll see distant horizons beyond imagining?
Or as in “stick ‘em up”?
I’ll let you guess. Mitchell follows with a stream of recycled sleazeball charges that have already been refuted several times over.
No, wait, that’s not entirely fair. She does make one concrete and truthful charge:
Palin’s extreme views on abortion (she once said she would be against her daughter having an abortion even in the case of incest or rape) and her support of abstinence-only programs should make her a laughingstock to feminists.
There it is: gaze with wonder. It is as rare as a black pearl. (For the record, the columnist is African American, and I debated whether I could even use the the previous expression without being accused of something, before saying—to myself, of course—screw it, it’s my blog, I can use language as it was intended without worrying about giving offense.)
But one paragraph hardly makes a column. So the rest is more of the same bilge:
As for “hockey-mommin,” that’s a stretch, too.
Palin is the governor of Alaska. Granted, Alaska is a sparsely populated state, but being governor of any state has to be a full-time job.
Even with a supportive husband, I doubt seriously that Palin has time to be a hockey mom unless she is making a personal appearance on a campaign trail.
And while 7-year-old Piper Palin gave the world a fuzzy moment on stage at the convention when she licked her hand and smoothed her baby brother’s hair, and when Bristol, 17 and pregnant, held Trig against her chest while her mother shook the hands of adoring fans, I couldn’t help but wonder what it’s really like for these kids.
After all, there’s no such thing as a superwoman, and children of driven moms make their own sacrifices.
When so-called “feminists” resort to calling Governor Sarah Palin a failure as a wife and mother, do they have to return their Women’s Studies degrees to the colleges and universities where they were earned? Are their subscriptions to Ms. cancelled and replaced with Cosmopolitan?
Are they even remotely conscious of the irony that while Sarah Palin threatens to remove the glass ceiling and turn it into a flower vase and a set of candlesticks, they are slopping the same old tired water of identity politics over the same old dingy floor?
If the word weren’t so loaded with sexist baggage, I’d say Mitchell was being hysterical.